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The Boy’s Club
Rey straightens her full skirt as she tries to keep her back straight against the hard chair. She’s sure that the Senator chose the most uncomfortable chairs in his waiting area to keep people on edge when they visit him. She is determined to stay collected. She wore her best outfit--modest, chic, the very ideal of a good Omega--and she spritzed Chanel No. 5 on wrists and neck to mask her ripe Omega scent.
The young man sitting at the desk outside of the Senator’s office keeps looking at her, pausing his pattering at the typewriter to just stare. Rey remains perfectly still, keeping her white-gloved hands folded in her lap. In the chair next to her are her manila folders with everything she needs to give the Senator. Rey glances at the clock poised above the ominous door leading to the Senator’s office. Quarter past one. He’s late.
The clock continues to tick by, causing Rey to get increasingly anxious. The only noise in the room is the obnoxious ticking of the clock and the young gentleman’s incessant typing. Rey wonders if this is another tactic of the Senator to make people feel ill at ease.
The hall door opens, and four Alpha men in suits saunter in, boisterous laughs filling the room. Rey stiffens at the scent of the four Alphas--the intense Alpha muskiness was not overpowered by the stench of cigarette smoke.
The tallest of the group laughs, grinning at his fellow chums as he grabs his pack of cigarettes from his inner jacket pocket and lights up once more. Rey stares. He has long, dark as sin hair--longer than what is fashionable at the moment. He fills out his suit nicely, and Rey can tell that he has those beefy shoulders that make an Alpha at his prime stand out. Yes, Senator Benjamin Solo is an Alpha at his prime--unmated and powerful.
“I’ve gotta go, boys. Some cockamamie Omega group requested a meeting with me,” Senator Solo tells the other three men. They all laugh as though the idea of a group of Omegas organizing a coalition to meet their senators is the most ridiculous thing ever. Rey flushes with anger and embarrassment. It’s nothing that she hasn’t heard before.
“You are a braver soul than I, Solo. Those harpies have been putting requests in our office for months,” one of the other senators says between harsh cackles. His ginger hair is slicked back in a piss-poor impersonation of the handsome Mr. Kennedy currently running for office.
The young gentleman behind the desk clears his throat, causing the four Alphas to snap their gazes towards him. Clearly, these men do not like to be interrupted. “Mr. Solo,” the young man stammers. “Miss Rey Niima from the National League of Omega Women is here to see you.” He gestures towards Rey with a nervous flourish. Even from her corner chair, Rey can spot the beads of sweat forming on the poor secretary’s brow.
Ben Solo’s head turns towards Rey, who takes this as her cue to stand from her uncomfortable chair. She removes one of her white gloves and moves towards Senator Solo, her kitten heels clicking against the linoleum floor. “Senator Solo,” she states demurely, thrusting her hand out for him to shake. Her eyes snap up towards his as he walks towards her--predator meeting prey.
“Miss Niima,” his voice purrs, dark and low. A part of Rey freezes at the deep timbre of his voice. This man is Alpha through and through. He grips his hand in hers, and Rey startles at just how big his hands are. A devilish thought wanders through her head about the feel of that hand on her thigh.
The other three Alphas grin and whoop at each other. They feel it too. The electricity in the air. For a split second, Rey feels confident. This may actually go well. Ben turns on pristine leather shoe heels and glowers at the other men in the room. Their snickers and snide comments of, “Looks like a good Omega to pup up, eh, Solo?” turn deadly silent. Senator Solo cocks an eyebrow, and the other men turn towards the door.
With the same turn of his heel, Senator Solo approaches Rey. Nerves run through her. She feels like a trapped animal, enraptured by the deep hue of his eyes. Is this how the rabbit feels before feeling the sharp teeth of the fox on their throat? “Miss Niima, if you would be so kind as to join me in my office.”
Rey follows the Alpha Senator in the belly of the beast. She feels like one of the silly heroines about to be captured by the Big Bad Wolf. Rey tries to shake that feeling away as Senator Solo shuts the door behind him. He gestures towards one of the seats in front of his desk, indicating for her to sit.
“Do you want anything to drink, Miss Niima?” he asks, grabbing a tumbler and pouring out a healthy pour of whiskey for himself. He downs the amber liquid in one gulp as he leans back in his office chair, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he does.
Rey crosses her ankles and tries to sit straight in her chair. His gaze on her makes it difficult to function. She shakes her head as she puts her hands in her lap.
Senator Solo smiles as he grabs another tumbler and pours out some more whiskey, setting one of the glasses in front of her. “You wouldn’t believe the number of laws that get passed because of a good bottle of whiskey,” he murmurs, gesturing for her to drink. Rey grabs the glass but doesn’t bring it to her lips.
She can see that Senator Solo is trying hard not to laugh at her. “So,” he begins, giving her a long look as he speaks to her. “The National League of Omega Women,” he prompts.
It takes no time at all for Rey to get into her rehearsed speech. “Yes, sir. I am here as the representative of the National League of Omega Women. We were founded in 1958 by Judith Seymour in Philadelphia--”
“I know about the origins of this organization,” Ben dismisses. “I know about Mrs. Seymour’s attempt to get happily mated Omegas out of the house and into the workforce.”
Rey pauses, startled by his admission. “Oh.” Alpha cares.
Senator Solo continues, “It’ll never work. It’s in an Omega’s nature to want to nurture. They are not meant for a regular job. It’s not done.” Rey watches as he grabs a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, placing the thing in his mouth, looking like sin as he does. He grabs a match, striking it hard and then shaking the flame out after he lit his cigarette. “Now, I know you are unmated, and that makes you feel as though you have all this extra freedom. That’s your prerogative. But this Equal Rights Bill that your organization is pushing? It’ll never work. The Alphas--who, by the way, comprise the entire Senate--will never go for it. Mated Omegas will never go for it. You are in the minority, Miss Niima. You’ll lose.” His tone is conversational, as though this is a typical day for him. But for Rey, the words strike hard.
Rey flushes angrily. “You don’t truly know that. Not really. There are so many Omegas out there like me, who don’t want to be defined by being mated and pupped by an Alpha.” Unwanted tears fill her eyes, but she’s too proud to bat them away. Alpha is displeased.
A white handkerchief appears in front of her nose. Rey looks up and sees Senator Solo, offering a kind smile. “Don’t cry, Omega. One day you will have a mate and a litter of pups, and you’ll forget all this silly notion. Besides, politics is a Boy’s Club. You don’t want to get involved.”
Rey knows a dismissal when she hears one. She knows that Senator Solo does not care. She stands up from her seat, ignoring his outstretched hand with the handkerchief. “Thank you for your time, Senator Solo,” she says stiffly before walking away with as much dignity as she can muster.
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Rey Niima may be a lot of things, but a quitter is not one of them. Her roommate in her tiny flat comforts her after her defeat at the Capitol.
“Maybe it’s for the best, Rey,” Kaydel coos softly as she sets her hair in rollers for the night. “Having Omegas in business and politics and such is like hand-delivering a predator his prey.”
Rey flushes in anger. “We aren’t animals, though, Kay. We are human beings who should have the same access as anyone else! It’s unfair!” She moves out of the room to grab her robe, wrapping it closely against her. “I’ll show him, Kaydel, just you wait.”
In the corner of Rey’s eye, she spots Kay light up a cigarette. Rey hates the things, can’t stand smoke at all. Unwanted thoughts of Senator Solo return and Rey shivers, shaking thoughts of that man out of her head.
“One day, you are going to be a lot of trouble for your Alpha,” Kaydel tells her before crushing her cigarette in her ashtray. “Good night, Rey, don’t do anything stupid.”
When Kaydel is out of the room, Rey undoes her robe and wanders into the bathroom. She grabs her clothes that she stuffed in the hamper, hoping that Kaydel wouldn’t notice. It is so impossible to sneak out of her apartment with a watchful Kaydel. Omegas are meant to be together until they’re mated, they’re told. But some Omegas are complete bores. Rey shimmies on her black dress, not bothering for stockings.
Glancing towards the bedroom, Rey makes sure that Kaydel will not get back up before Rey slips on her mary janes. With the discretion of a crime detective in those noir films Rose likes, Rey slips out in the hall of her building, gently shutting her door behind her.
Once in the hallway of their apartment, Rey is struck by a sudden rush of freedom. She could do anything. No, nothing was stopping her. Not really.
During one of the National League of Omega Woman meetings, Judith Seymour mentioned that a bunch of Senators often got together at the dead of night for a clandestine meeting. “Bunch of Alpha men making backroom deals,” she told the group of Omegas gathered. “That’s how laws are made in this country.”
Rey steps onto the streets of the city and hails the first cab that she can find. Once inside the cushy car, she tells the cabbie to take her to the Capitol. The Beta man glances at her in his rearview mirror, eyebrows raised almost to his hairline. After his appraisal, he shrugs and merges onto the street.
“What business does a fine Omega like you have at the Capitol at this time of night?” he asks, smacking his gum loudly as he talks.
Rey clutches her purse tight against her body, uncomfortable. “I have to speak to someone,” she replies briskly.
The man nods as though that makes all the sense in the world. “Ahh, I see. So you must belong to one of the Senators or something? Maybe one of their aides?”
“I belong to no one,” she bites out. She glances at the street signs, praying that she’ll get to the Capitol soon.
The cabbie simply laughs. “Everyone belongs to someone, sweetheart. That’s how the world works.” Rey continues to stare out her window, turning his words over in her mind. A flash of dark hair and a deep voice crosses her mind. Rey shakes her head as though erasing the image out of her mind.
Alpha is near.
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Rey arrives at the Senate Offices, eagerly jumping out of the cab as she does. She hands the cabbie some cash, not even bothering with a goodbye. She walks through the building, unsure of how to get in. Surely, the Senate Office buildings are closed at this time of night. She spots a custodian exiting through a side door and quick runs to sneak through the door before it closes.
Once inside, instinct and memory bring her straight to Senator Solo’s office. She walks up the stairs, constantly glancing around to make sure nobody is following her. She gets to Senator Solo’s office, staring at the gilded nameplate that says “Office of Senator Benjamin C. Solo.” Rey shivers, thinking of the power that comes with that name.
Muffled voices trickle out of the room, booming laughs and glasses clinking. Whatever they are talking about must be enthralling.
“Did you hear that Senator Johnson caught his wife cheating on him with a Beta? Such a pity,” one man’s voice booms. Rey leans in closer to hear what these men have to say.
“So difficult to find a respectable Omega these days. They’re being corrupted by these new Omega Rights clubs,” another man chimed in, laughing as he speaks.
The other men chip in their utterances of agreement, and Rey scoffs. It’s easy for them to judge; they’re Alphas. They never have to worry about anything.
“Hey, Solo, tell the boys about that little Omega you had in your office,” a guy slurred. Rey can picture him sitting in one of those overstuffed chairs with a shit-eating grin.
“What is there to say? She was a lobbyist for the National League of Omega Women, clearly confused and unsure of what she wanted. But at the end of the day, you could see her for what she truly was--shy, docile, the very image of a good Omega,” a deep voice croons, filling the room like liquid velvet. Alpha is pleased. Her body flushes at the inadvertent compliment.
The other guys laugh and clink their glasses. “You could smell her slick, too, eh, Solo? Little Omega was ready to breed.”
Suddenly, the room falls silent. Rey slides her back against the door, panicking for just a minute. She tries to press her ear back against the door to see what would make these men drop into such hushed whispers when the door flings open, and Rey drops to the floor.
Shiny, patent-leather shoes come up in Rey’s periphery, and Rey follows the leg up, up, up to the eager eyes of one Senator Benjamin C. Solo. “Well, well, well, would you look at what we have here?”
Ben grips Rey by the shoulder, pulling her up, so she’s facing Ben. “Miss Niima,” he begins, his voice wry with amusement. “I guess I was wrong about you.”
With a viper-like grip, Ben pushes her into the room. Rey’s nostrils flair with the sudden onslaught of Alpha scent as they laugh and jibe at the freshly caught Omega.
“Everyone, meet Miss Rey Niima from the National League of Omega Women,” Ben announces, pushing Rey to the center of the room. Rey blushes as she watches as the Alphas take in her entire body. Rey’s senses are overloaded, and the whole time she stares at Senator Solo, who gazes back at her with such intensity.
One of the men, a ginger man with the face of a weasel, turns to Rey. “Miss Niima, would you be so kind as to enlighten us as to why you are here,” he tells her, his tone brokering no argument. It’s not quite an Alpha command, but the implication is there.
Rey keeps her head held high as she looks each Alpha in the eye. She tries to ignore the slick growing in her panties as she does. Of course, now would be the moment that she would experience a breakout heat. All the Alpha scents in the air must have affected her. “I heard a rumor that I wouldn’t believe the number of laws that get passed because of a good bottle of whiskey. I wanted to see if there was any truth to that.”
The ginger man laughs, but his opinion does not matter to her. She watches as Senator Solo’s head snaps up at her response. Alpha is impressed. You have made Alpha happy. “You didn’t tell us that the girl had spunk,” the ginger senator cried out, clearly amused by Rey’s response.
“You’d be surprised at all the things I didn’t tell you, Armitage,” Ben replied lowly, taking in a long sip of his whiskey as he does. He turns to Rey. “Miss Niima, while we are all impressed by your tenacity to get what you want, it does not change the fact that you were eavesdropping on a private meeting. What were you hoping to get out of this?”
There was something about his gaze that made Rey feel compelled to answer. Every atom in her body felt connected to this Alpha, and she couldn’t turn away. “I wanted to impress you,” she replies truthfully. “I wanted to show that I could be a part of your Boy’s Club too.”
The other men in the room scoff and laugh at her honestly, mumbling something about the naivety of Omega women. But his gaze remains firmly on her. Under his watchful eye, Rey begins to shake, her body getting warmer. Slick fills her underwear, and her nipples start to harden. Ben--Alpha--seems to notice Rey’s predicament, moving slightly forward in his chair.
“Leave us,” he commands the other Alphas. His deep voice lowering to a growl. The other Alphas stare at him like he’s lost his mind until they notice the blackness in his eyes.
One by one, the other Alphas trickle out of Ben’s office, leaving Rey and Ben alone once more.
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“Omega,” Ben growls out, prowling closer to her. Rey trembles at the intensity of his aura, an Alpha through and through. “Did you know your heat was coming?”
Slick begins to trickle down Rey’s legs as she takes in Ben’s scent. “No, Alpha. This must be a breakout heat. I’m not used to being surrounded by so much Alpha scent.”
Ben nods, moving closer to stroke her neck. He moves so that his hand caresses her mating gland, and Rey shivers at the sensation. “We made it so that Omegas would never be in the situation that you are now in, don’t you understand that, Miss Niima. We do these things to protect you so that you remember what a precious thing you are to us.”
Rey’s eyes roll back in her head as she thinks about all the pleasure this Alpha could bring her. Please Alpha. Present.
“Now,” Ben coos, continuing to stroke Rey’s gland, “why don’t you be a good Omega and strip for me.”
As though tied on a string, Rey’s body begins to move. She grips her dress and begins to unzip. She counts her lucky stars that her breasts are small enough that she never felt the need for a brassiere to give her that extra look that seems to be so popular amongst women. She pushes her dress down, leaving her bare back exposed to the elements. She continues to push the dress down until she’s left with nothing but her underwear.
Ben tuts as she reveals her near-naked form. “No stockings? Miss Niima, how positively scandalous.” Rey watches as he begins to roll up the sleeves of his white button-up collar undone on his pristine look. He walks over to her, the very image of the confident Alpha. His giant index finger moves across her white panties, just barely grazing Rey’s clit. “You are positively dripping,” he murmurs.
He grips her cotton panties and rips them, tearing them into two little scraps before dropping them to the floor. Rey stands there in the middle of his opposite, naked and shaking with need. “Please,” she whispers, so soft that she isn’t sure he heard it.
But he did. “Don’t worry, my precious Omega, I will knot you. But first, you need your punishment.”
He takes her hand and moves her over to his mahogany desk, pushing all the papers off to the side, uncaring if they were important or not. Ben presses down on her back so that she’s bent over his desk, her ass exposed to the cool air. His foot knocks against her legs, spreading them wider for him. Rey grips his desk until her knuckles turn white, anxious for her punishment.
“Omega has been very bad, and I need to make sure she understands. Disobedience will not be tolerated,” he says seriously, moving his hand around and around on her ass cheeks.
Rey whimpers, her body shaking. Need Alpha’s knot. Please. Ben’s hands continue to stroke her bare skin, his fingers teasing her hot core. “Alpha,” Rey moans, finally giving in to her base instincts.
“I’m thinking ten to start,” Ben continues, ignoring Rey’s moans and whimpers. “Does that sound agreeable to you?”
Rey agrees, anything to get this over with and his knot inside of her. That is all that truly matters to her.
The first hit Rey heard before she felt its stinging bite. Her body lurches forward on the desk as she groans. She feels the burn on her ass and knows that it’s going to hurt sitting on a chair for a while. Just as she got used to the sting from the first slap, the second one follows on the other cheek. Tears well up in her eyes as Rey takes her punishment in stride.
“Good Omegas don’t sneak out and spy on meetings,” Ben grunts out after the third spank. “Good Omegas wait for their Alphas.” Another stinging slap follows his words.
Rey cries out, “I’m sorry, Alpha. I’ll be good, I promise.”
The fifth spank comes after her words. Ben pauses, pulling on Rey’s hair so that she’s looking into his deep dark eyes. “Yes, you will.” The last of her punishment is carried out in relative silence, save for the harsh thwack of Ben’s spanks and Rey’s pitiful whimpers. Once he gets to ten, Rey melts into a needy, obedient mess on his desk.
“Please, Alpha, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she begs. All she wants is his forgiveness and his knot.
“You’re mine now, Omega. Don’t forget it.”
Rey nods, sniffling and squirming on the desk. “Please, Alpha, knot me. Make me yours.”
Behind her, Rey can hear Ben undo the buckle of his belt. More slick pours down her thighs, making a mess of his fancy wooden desk. She feels so filthy like this, like a debauched sacrifice laying on the altar of her god. And her god’s cock lines up against her pussy.
Inch by inch, Ben’s cock presses into Rey, stretching her to her limit. Rey groans and moans as he slowly fills her, taking her body and forming it to be his.
“You were made for my cock,” Ben murmurs once his hips are fully pressed against her pelvic bone.
Rey whines, spreading wider, signaling to her Alpha that she is ready for him to move. He pulls out of her so that just the tip of his cock teases the base of her cunt, lines of slick marking his hard member, before slamming deep inside her.
The pace Ben sets is brutal--a claim to her and everyone in the world that Rey belongs to him. After this day, no one will question that. His hands grip her hips just hard enough so that small indents form. Rey languishes in the feel of her hard nipples rubbing against the hardwood, the friction making her toes curl.
“So good for me,” Ben mutters. “Gonna knot you. Gonna fill you up and make you mine.” His thrusts turn erratic, and Rey can feel the swell of his knot beginning to form, teasing her cunt and her clit.
“Gonna breed you. Fill you up with my pups and keep you as mine.”
With two more thrusts, Ben slams his knot inside Rey. Rey feels his cum shoot up inside her, filling her up good. She moans, eyes rolling back in her head as she succumbs to the pleasure of being taken in such a way.
Ben’s mouth finds her neck, tongue lapping up the beads of sweat that have trickled from her forehead. His teeth graze against her mating bond right at the nape of her neck before Ben bits down hard. Rey screams at the sudden pain and pleasure of being claimed by her Alpha. Her mind goes fuzzy as though every element of her body changes.
Alpha is yours now.
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*Six Months Later*
Rey stands next to her charming Alpha husband as they shake his hand and congratulate him for winning re-election. There are rumors that President-Elect Kennedy has been seeking Ben’s console on how to best deal with the most recent demands for Omega’s rights. Rey continues to smile and be the kind, doting Omega that everyone here expects her to be. Every once and awhile, Ben leans towards her, unconsciously cupping her belly. No pups yet, she knows, but soon. After all, her next heat is coming up.
When all the people leave, Rey turns to her mate, her smile slipping slightly. “They don’t know, Ben,” she begins softly.
He moves towards her, gripping her shoulders in his large hands, constantly reminding her that he is a powerful man. His fingers rub against one of her glands, causing Rey’s brain to blank slightly. “Soon, everyone will know your name, my sweet,” Ben tells her fondly, looking at her with such big earnest eyes. Six months ago, Rey hated his eyes. Funny how quickly things change.
Six months ago, she was in his office begging for equal treatment for Omegas. Now she can barely remember why she would want such a thing. Is she not satisfied with the life her Alpha provided for her? Her brow furrows as she turns towards her mate and husband. It doesn’t pay to think about anything else.
Life is good just the way it is.
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The End.